Freedom Trail


I wanna exist in a world
where anything goes

An open zone

where we are
free to say
whatever we please

Totally free

from the tyranny
of moral hypocrisy

Liberated

from the shackles
of consequence

A non judgemental
mutually respectful
unimpeded society

Imagine the open
communications exchange
if we did not take
every perceived slight
so personally?

If complete
and unrestrained honesty
was the rule
rather than exception?

These pliable rules
of social anarchy
we need only embrace

then we could all

conceivably

communicate

unrestrained

Be-who-you-are...

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I am my own best friend because I do so enjoy my company

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